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(Spike's P.O.V)

'Too bad for Heaven, and too good for hell' is how Ember had described me. So, if that's true...where the hell am I now? Somewhere in between?

I sat up, and looked around. I was still in the graveyard, but something felt...different.

I looked over my shoulder, and my eyes widened.

I was looking at my own body.

My eyes were wide open, but they were glazed and staring at nothing. The stake was still embedded in my chest, blood was leaching from the edges of the hole, staining my shirt.

"No." Someone's raspy voice whispered.

I looked up and I saw Angel's arms wrapped tightly around a trembling Ember. I saw how badly her legs were shaking, and I knew he was holding her to comfort her and keep her from collapsing.

I looked back at my body, and scowled. Why the hell had it not disintegrated into dust yet?

"Because you died by your own hand."

I jumped at least a foot in the air. I leaped to my feet, and whirled around.

A girl, no older than me, was leaning against one of the tombstones. He skin was absolutely flawless. Her eyes were a deep blue, and she was absentmindedly twirling one of her dark red curls around her index finger. She was wearing a long snow white strapless dress that came to her ankles and matching white ballet flats. But what really caught my eye were the large sky blue and white wings folded against her back.

When she saw that all I could do was stare, she smiled. "Hello William, or should I call you Spike?"

I tried to say something, but I couldn't find my voice.

She rolled her eyes. "I know that stake pierced your heart, but I know it didn't pierce your vocal cords."

"S-Spike." I choked out.

She blinked. "But your last request to your friends was to put William Pratt on your grave, not Spike." She tilted her head to one side. Though she looked confused, her eyes were gleaming with amusement.

The shock faded away, and I narrowed my eyes. "Just because I said that I wanted it on my grave, doesn't mean that I want to be called that to my face!" I growled...then I realized I didn't have much of an argument.

The girl laughed softly. "Calm down." She said. "I'm just messing with you."

I growled softly as she took a step closer to me. "And just who the bloody hell are you?"

She gave me another small smile. "My name is Diane." She said. There was a faint trace of some foreign accent, but I couldn't quite place it. French maybe?

She blinked. "I'm your escort."

I raised an eyebrow. "Escort to where?"

She stretched out her wings (Which kinda freaked me out, considering that I forgot they were there), looked up to the starry sky, and in a very curt tone, she replied; "Home."

I was confused for a moment, but as I opened my mouth to ask meant, it hit me.

I quickly shook my head. "No. There has to be some mistake." I said. "I can't go," I paused. "There." I said, for lack of a better word. "I'm a monster. A soulless demon."

Diane blinked. "That's a matter of opinion."

"No, that's a matter of me being a Vampire."

She sighed. "Look Spike," She said softly. "I'm just following orders, and I was sent to come get you on the notice of your suicide" She paused. "And besides, I really don't think you're all that evil." She smiled. "Anyone who kills themselves to prove that they love someone isn't a bad guy in my book. They're just very romantic."

I scoffed. "Yeah, cause the monster who tortured people with railroad spikes is the definition of Romeo." I growled sarcastically.

She blinked. "No," She said slowly. "But the shy, sweet, gentle, English poet is a close one in my opinion."

"Haven't you noticed? He died over a century ago!" I growled.

Diane sighed. "Spike, stop denying it. You staked yourself, you died, I show up saying I'm here to take you. Face it, you're an Ang-"

"Don't say it!" I snarled. "I am not one of them!"

"I beg to differ."

I growled, and she blinked slowly. "Please," She said softly. "Just come with me. I'll take you to where you truly belong now."

I went quiet for a moment. Had I, Spike, the second most ruthless Vampire ever recorded, really been accepted into...Heaven?

I looked at Diane, there wasn't a hint of deception in her eyes. I looked back over my shoulder at my pale, blood-drenched body, stake still sticking straight out of my chest.

I took a deep breath. "Fine." I murmured hesitantly. "I'll come."

She smiled. "Excellent." She turned around. "Follow me please."

I took one step forward, then I paused, and I stole one last glance at my lifeless body and the shocked faces surrounding it, then I turned around, and followed Diane into the shadows.

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Peace, Love, and Blonde Vampires

Jalice

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